Mucus also protects other body systems, like the visual and auditory ones. Maybe it'll be a good idea to specify what kind of mucus is being drained? I think the one secreted by the nose is called phlegm, so you could just change this instead of altering the whole test.

Threaten instead to reassign the offending personnel to an MTF with unpleasant duties. Beta-7 does hazmat; Epsilon-8 is working with 767 (though I already gave Enma Ai that threat to use); Iota-5 is literally "Tiger Bait"; Xi-11 is stuck in the Arctic; and Psi-8 is likely to have to deal with dead people. You get the picture.

Actually I am down for some cross contamination there. Especially if the result is worse than the sum of its parts. Both SCPs are solid in their own right so it wouldn't be a case of riding on coat-tails or tangling up crappy stuff with good stuff.

What if testing revealed that a few instances of SCP-466 have popped up around the world? It could be surmised that SCP-819 doesn't merely dissipate the fluids, but actually places them in other individuals, randomly strewn across the globe.

I have an allergy to cats. A few months ago, I fell asleep on my new bed, which I just purchased from my girlfriend. My girlfriends old roommate had a cat. Although we vacuumed the heck out of it, when I went to bed that night I could feel something irritating my eye. I ignored it and went to sleep.

I woke up at 4:16 am in horrible pain. My eye was incredibly itchy and watery. I went to the bathroom to wash it out, and when I flicked on the lights I was met with a gruesome sight. My eyelids and surrounding area were completely swollen, with the skin pulled taut around the flesh inside. Separating my eyelids to see if I could take out the irritant revealed an even more gruesome sight. The eyeball ITSELF was a sicken yellow color and horribly swollen as well. It was swollen to the point that the iris and lens itself was a depression as the sclera was swelling past it.

At this point, my girlfriend woke up and asked if I was okay. I just looked over in her direction and said, "I think I need to go to the ER." Doctors couldn't find out what was causing it, but they did give me antibiotics and steroids. At one point they pulled me aside to ask if there was any history of abuse from my girlfriend, which I pretty much laughed at. They also were wondering how to look into my eye socket because of the swelling. In a moment that felt pulled straight out of "House", one of the guys suggested they ultrasound it, while the other guy simply exclaimed how much of a "cool" idea that was. They were pretty giddy at that.

That'll work for me. Nice story starter too candid. Gives a good description of what might happen with excess vitreous, though the pop also pulls the aqueous humour, though that should be as simple and swelling under the lens.